”Inside the bar, the Emir found all was pretty well as he remembered it from his student days. The left wall was covered with what looked to be smal... drawers in a wooden chest of drawers, each with an abbreviated Latin name on it, which had come from an old fashioned chemist’s shop. To his right was the high bar where pints were being served.Maktum parked the Rolls and followed him into the bar, later reporting:It wasn’t long before HM was deep in conversation with some of the locals, mostly. But suddenly I felt wetness on my fingertips and looked towards the protruding pubic hair. It was glistening and wet. Before I could react Samantha, with a slight brush of her right hand, tugged at the towel covering her. Before me in wonderous splendor was displayed a breathtaking sight. Her pussy on full display to me was swollen and glowing, her pubic hair nicely trimmed was dripping wet. I could feel the rush of blood and my cock hardened up immediately, creating a tent in my scrubs.. All night I asked? She said that's what Becky claims my wife said. OK I said , so what does this mean to me? My wife said I have him coming over this Friday night. Here, I said. Yeah here so you will need to find something to do I was told. I've had to leave the house several times before while my wife entertained male friends. OK Sweetheart I said, how long do I need to stay away? She said all night. Now baby you know I love it when you are serviced by your men friends but I've never had to. Then, with a hand resting on each bare shoulder, she whacks me with an emotional 2×4: ‘May I massage your tummy?’ My tummy. Oh, fuck! The core of all my body angst. I remind myself that even when it was firm and flat, I believed it unattractive. Now it’s round and there’s ample cushioning over the muscles. And scars, too. Those striped mementos of three big babies and over a decade of neglect. Can’t forget the scars. She waits. While she doesn’t speak, I can hear her saying, ‘Trust me.’ What’s.